but on such an occasion as this the interval could be only an eternity of pleasure

by pieces of moments

Today I rushed to the Harvard Bookstore ASAP to purchase John Adams‘ (the composer, kiddos, not the president, though you know I have been super diggin’ that HBO series on the 18th century one, too) new autobiography, Hallelujah Junction: Composing An American Life. I’m too tired to write anything more for now (long dayzzz), but enjoy this bit of Nixon In China while I freshen up with a good nights sleep: